Author's Note: This fan fiction is not being sold for profit in any way shape or form. This is for entertainment only. Any character that is used here is copyrighted to their owners. I own the made up character I created, Victor.

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Where to begin…? That’s the question of most journeys. I never needed that answered at all; my journey began when my race was facing bitter destruction by forces outside our realm.

When I was but a child of 11, or in human years; 900 years old. My father, Sodo was a mighty warrior and I was his squire. He entered the battlefield knowing that he may not survive and didn’t want to risk my life in the process.. So, he told me to stay in a nearby cave and he closed it off to protect me. It was my first time near a battlefield of a true war.. It gave me fear like nothing else to say the least, all of those people willing to fight to what may possibly be their deaths against the Negaverse.. I only knew them beings that only wanted to us back then, now I know better.. The Negaverse are demons bent on the total destruction of all life other than their own existence, the true form of parasites.

As I waited, I heard for the first time, the sounds of war echoing around me.. The carving of limbs, the spilling of all of that blood around me, the smell of the fresh kill.. All of those experiences were all around me and were tainting the air I breathed rapidly.

I knew that that I had to flee.. To get away from these awful things around me.. To see my father again.. Using my long sword I could barely wield on my own, I tried to dig my way out of the cave I was placed in, I didn’t know where I was going or even if it was away from the battle taking place. I only knew that I had to run, and quickly.

Minutes turned into hours and hours turned into days as I tunneled my way to the surface world.. Before I knew I was able to see the light of the sun and I left that tunnel and the sounds of war were left behind.. I then saw my father standing there, watching me like a hawk.

He was smiling, as if I passed a test of sorts. None of that mattered though, I was with him and we were safe regardless of the outcome.

He then showed me the Moon by pointing at it. He told me, “Our people followed our code of honor to protect those who did not have the same ideals as us.. Even though their inaction has sealed their fate, we Magi can say that we held off 75% of their forces on this battlefield. That we fought in a attempt to save life. The only one made in this entire undertaking.. Though we failed, we will redeem ourselves as a race of warriors!”

I never knew why he told me this, but after that, in our home. I grew stronger with my sword and was actually able to best my father a few times. I knew that it was merely luck though and so did he. Never the less, I became powerful enough to actually train with other Magi.. I then noticed something disheartening…

I was very different from them.. I had no magic power of my own and I couldn’t defend against their mystical attacks. I was considered weak and worthless by everyone else who even seen me. This only feed my resolve to train harder to surpass them in every way! Everyday, I put myself though the growling training my father did when he was training to become a swordsman of great respect. For 700 years, or until I was 17, I went thought this training and finally beat those who would think to call me weak! Their magic attacks were nothing to me now since I could block and reflect them with the slightest sword movement. There were soon nothing to me, and I was assigned to help defend the town. The town at the time didn’t need defending at the time because humans would never tread up in the Tibetan Foothills and the neighboring mountains.

It was then that.. My father did the most unspeakable thing anyone could do. His single handedly killed my family, for no reason at all! I tried to stop him, but he was too quick and he finished his work with my sister before coming after me.. I saw his eyes, there were not of my father.. At least this is what I believed.

Without my broad sword with me, I took up the Soul Cutter, my family’s prized blade and attacked my would-be murderer, my own father. The combat was short to said something about it.. The only thing I have to remember that night is a scar on my left cheek, I would never forget that day, no matter what I tried..

Until recently, I was on my own on my hunt for my father.. I looked into every possible lead there was, killing every demon in sight that wouldn’t give me the information I was looking for. I killed 300,000 demons until now in my quest for revenge, giving me the nickname, the Red Devil Hunter. Now I’ve been told that The Negaverse’s main forces have restored themselves they are ready to attempt to destroy all living beings again. As the Magi’s best, they have called me out into battle.. I still have a thirst for revenge against my father and I have another one for Beryl because she killed so many of our forces.. I have my entire race to avenge as well as my little case, I cannot fail because of anything now!

I am the living source of hope for me people.. Pity those who stand in my way!’

It was then that Victor stopped writing in his log and began his quest, little did he know that he would find more than just revenge… He would find love as well as true allies.

THE END

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